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Yes it is Puglia and not Bondi Beach but I just feel the need for a couple of whinges coming on and I am a Pom.
It has rained here on and off and more on than off since we landed on Sunday afternoon. Yesterday we had 2 inches of rain in the morning and for three days power cuts every hour or so. Some are short some last up to 10 minutes. The power surges that accompany them mean we are blowing light bulbs like most people have hot dinners. Internet reception has been spasmodic to say the least and yesterday and the day before it was off all day. Though I feel bad about saying it, at the moment it is like living an a very backward third world country. Indeed Zimbabwe has faster internet speed than around Martina Franca. Since we left Martina Franca on September 6th the place has had an incredible 17 inches of rain. Roads are pot holed, fields flooded and the grape crop this year was a disaster.
The best one can say is the fields are amazingly green (when they’re not under water) but so they should be.
There got it off my chest and I feel better already. I never really minded the tag a Pommy bastard when I lived in Australia. it was said by most Aussies as a term of endearment rather than in a vicious way. Some Brits did whinge though especially about the beer. When working on P&O taking £10 migrants down to Australia we always served Swan lager from Perth Western Australia and it was served ice cold. I was alway amazed at the number of Brits travelling down there that said to me ” I can’t wait to get to Australia and get a decent pint of bitter again.” Many of those we picked up to take back to the UK as we sailed back across the Tasman Sea having turned around in Aukland New Zealand. This lad does a TV show down under called the whingeing Pom. He is funny.
Of course I was happy to write the terrible weather off to a freak year but today I open my local paper and read that Prof. Antonio di Santo head of the Autorita di Bacino della Puglia has said ( and he is backed by several other climate change professors) “Get used to it Pugliese this is here to stay indeed trust me it is going to get worse year by year from now on” . It seems the Adriatic and Ionian Seas are warmer than they were 30 years ago when Puglia wallowed in the glorious title ” The Sun Soaked South” . This warming has meant a release of energy that makes the Scirocco ( from the South West) storms more intense. So more tornados, more water spouts and much much heavier rainfall causing massive floods and death. He is a real optimist is our boy Antonio .He must be a great dinner guest ! Bet the tourism and estate agents of Puglia love having him in the paper and on the telly. So if you are thinking of a holiday here or buying a house bring lots of umbrellas, wellington boots and grow some webbed feet if you can.
I forgot to mention the other day that we stopped for the night in Mola di Bari on the way from the airport to home. I realised with an evening arrival, by the time the car had been picked up and on the road that trying to open the house up and get it warm and cosy would be impossible. It was a good decision as the house when we did get to it on Monday was damp .Hardly surprising though really.
I visited Mola di Bari last year and liked it and so gave it another go. It is a lovely fishing village and after Cyprus where an evening meal out was never less an €35 for two it was great to find a good pizzeria called La Vedetta ( the lookout) only €20 for two. The hotel Gabbiano was functional but the bed served it’s purpose and the breakfast food offering was the usual . The coffee machine sounded as if it was regurgitating something after a heavy night and the taste of the coffee kind of backed that up.
I took the opportunity to pop down to the port where the fishing boats were coming in.
A group of blokes stood on the quayside and whenever a boat came in they would would walk down to it and have a look at what they had caught. Good shot I thought so I followed them down. Up went my camera to take a close up of the catch and across the lens came a hand. No no several shouted and I was told no photos.
I did grab a quick photo from behind a trolly
and then beat a hasty retreat back to the hotel and the regorging coffee machine.
I have had this a few times in Puglia especially in markets where the traders do not want their photos taken. Even my barber since i took his photo now insists on giving me a full written receipt after each haircut which he never did before. Most work black and worry about who you might be. The fisherman often catch illegal small fish and rather than throw them back bring them in to sell. So again they worry who you might be. Southern Italians want to stay under the radar at all times and cameras worry them. It is always better to ask before you shoot . This is mafia country after all.